He doesn't have a happy family, no parents who love him. No friends. He spent 20 years in darkness. Suddenly one day, a ray of light burst into the darkness. He envies, defends, and pleases. I am afraid that a trace of light will disappear and I will return to darkness. But when light is not light at all. That would be the knife.
Zhazhawen, with a junior high school diploma, combines some of the things around me. Because I won't talk. So it's written in the text. I want to see it, but I don't want to take a detour, and I don't like to talk less.
Intention: reality